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I focused on his bright eyes and came up empty on how to respond. So, instead, I pushed up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against the kiss.
“Stop apologizing.”
Leaning into him when he pulled me closer, a whimper crept up my throat when his hands started moving. Gripping and learning and worshiping me in a way that had my body buzzing with anticipation.
“Connor,” I began when he turned me so my back was flush with his chest and his cock was sliding between my legs. A moan slipped free at the feel of him, at the tease when he pushed just the tip in, but even though I was aching to have him inside me again, I didn’t want a repeat of what happened in the hall. “You aren’t wearing a condom. Don’t do this to prove something to me.”
“I’m not.” He gripped my chin and tipped my head back, searching my face as he said, “I’ve never had sex in a shower, and I don’t want anything between us when I do it with you.”
He drove into me with a single thrust and crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing my cry of surprise and pleasure and pain. Drinking from me and demanding everything I had as he fucked me so thoroughly, so passionately.
Holding me fiercely, possessively, as if some part of him were just as afraid this would disappear.
If only he knew I would give my soul to spend the rest of my life right here, in his arms.
“Oh God,” I breathed, my knees nearly giving out when one of his hands skimmed down my belly and dipped between my thighs. Expertly playing me until I was back on that ledge with Connor by my side. Body wound so tight and begging for that fall.
“Come on, Maci.” He took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting harder just before he released it. His voice low and rough when he said, “Come with me.”
My orgasm ripped through me at his words, sending me spiraling into that freefall. And at the bottom, Connor was there to catch me.
Grip tight. Mouth demanding. Thrusts powerful and sure before he stilled as he came inside me.
“Nothing,” he began as we started coming down from the highs we’d been on, his harsh breaths fanning against my lips. “Nothing has ever felt like you.”
My heart.
I squeezed my eyelids shut against his words and the chaos they inflicted inside me. Trying desperately to shield myself from how they made me feel and the life they made me believe we could have.
“You okay?”
I forced my eyelids open to see him studying me, his brow creased with worry. “Better than okay,” I said truthfully, only to lie with my next breath, “Just staying in the moment a little longer.”
“Moment isn’t ending, sweetheart,” he said before brushing his mouth across mine and shifting me away to grab my soap. After quickly cleaning us both, he turned off the shower and grabbed towels for us—helping dry me even when I tried pulling the towel from him.
“I’m perfectly capable of drying myself. Oh my God,” I cried out when he lifted me into his arms as if I were a child, a laugh breaking from me when he started for my bedroom. “I can also walk by myself. Put me down.”
“I know you can, but I’m having more fun this way.” Kneeling onto the bed, he gently lowered me onto my back before settling us on our sides, his lips seeking mine in a soft, tender kiss. “Where have I been, Maci?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did it take me so long to get here...to notice this?” he asked, confirming everything I’d been thinking just minutes before.
I had so much more to lose in this—mainly my heart. Because it had always been Connor for me, and I was just something new for him.
But I would take it. I would take these indescribable moments and this feeling in my veins as if each hit of Connor were the purest drug for as long as it lasted.
Pressing the tips of my fingers to his jaw, I lifted a shoulder and whispered, “I don’t know; I’m just glad you did.”
* * *
I woke up to my stomach growling a few hours later but would’ve been perfectly content going back to sleep if Connor hadn’t cracked an eyelid open and asked, “Jesus, woman, was that you?”
An acknowledging hum sounded in my throat as I burrowed deeper into his arms. “Don’t judge me. I didn’t have lunch today, and I’m starving.”
“Then let’s feed you.” He climbed off the bed and tried pulling me with him, but I forced my way back down.
